The Artist

[spiritthebrave]

I love a lot of things about this poem. I think it 
1) gives me very intense imagery 2) created a brand new outlook on art 3) was a unique poem with new thoughts

my critiques are mainly in the details. 

The Artist splashed color onto the page,

Her salty tears gave complexity to the colors she brushed on the page.  this line is very wordy and you repeat "onto the page"

As they dripped into the colors,

Each color thanked her for making them come alive. this line could use a smoother transition

Blue said,

“I yearned to be the color of the skies,

The color of rushing waters,

Your tears showed me the way”.

Green then exclaimed,

“The color of the leaves in Spring were but an image,

But your being poured into mine, you used the word but 2 words ago

With each drop I become the very thing I sought”.

Yellow,

With its bright gaze upon the sky,

“I blinded myself searching for what gives the Sun its radiance,

However it is your warmth that makes me glisten on the page.”

And Red,

Whose deep and passionate color came from the blood of the artist herself,

Did not speak words at all,

But only danced across the page,

As the artist and her masterpiece became one.